Li Xiaobao stood on the vehicle, turned around, and raised his middle finger at the departing BMW, stirring up a cloud of dust.
By the time he arrived at Ju Yuanxuan, it was almost half-past nine, nearly ten. From a distance, he could see Han Bing standing at the entrance waiting for him.
Today, Han Bing wore a white lace shirt and a black skirt, complemented by her fair skin, she looked even more capable, but as always, her aura was as cold as ever.
"You finally made it!"
When Han Bing saw Li Xiaobao, she smiled sweetly, instantly giving off a feeling of a warm spring breeze.
"Do I put on that much airs that you, the president, have to personally wait here for me?" Li Xiaobao chuckled.
"Hmph!"
Han Bing snorted coldly, hands clasped behind her back, and said, "Who said I was waiting for you?"
Although Han Bing said this, she followed Li Xiaobao, smiling, especially happy at the thought of Li Xiaobao's gaze following her.